Monday, September 26, 2011

What little i know

Drunk and high
ruddy eyes

you're right.
don't you deserve better.

it's only poetry
cause i can feel it.

we don't have to talk
A G A I N
i done wrong and know it

I'll never not care
same goes for you,
if we didn't
my canvases would be blank.

everything seems so much more painful
under the tooth of drink
what might have been a passing thought
becomes a major stink

checked the clock
it's about time i disappear
A G A I N

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